I ran along the shore past the dunes and carnation houses. Scattered surfers lingered in the last rays of the day. A heat shimmer faded as I approached. I ran to it intent on vanishing beneath the gray veil. I am sure it began to rain. Fat globules of sea salt clung to my face leaking into my open mouth. Jagged edges of breath tore upward from my lungs. When I could run no farther I sank to the speckled sand behind the old seafood restaurant. Wails carried out on the wind and I covered my ears to block those guttural sounds of that pathetic creature, mutations of a wounded bird or the whimper of a dying feral. The pain streamed out into the ocean and at last drowned in the sea. Nothing was left but silence.